Free What He Decides (What He Wants, Book Eleven) (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) by Hannah Ford

  WHAT HE DECIDES (WHAT HE WANTS, BOOK
ELEVEN)
    By Hannah Ford

 
    Copyright 2015, Hannah Ford, all rights
reserved.   This book is a work of
fiction, and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.

 
 
 
    NOAH

 
    I laughed.
    Charlotte declaring she was going to lure
a killer out of hiding was the most ludicrous thing I’d ever heard.    It was so ludicrous, I was sure
it had to be a joke.
    She looked at me, those dark doe-eyes
wide and serious, and my heart clenched as I thought about her being in any
kind of danger.   “I’m not kidding,”
she said softly, biting her lip.
    I laughed again.
    “Noah!”   She sat up.   The
sight of her in my office chair, the moonlight shining through the window and
illuminating her skin made me long for her again, even though I’d just had her.   Blood rushed to my cock as I took in
her lush curves and creamy skin.   “Stop laughing.”
    “Then stop telling jokes.”
    “I told you, I’m not joking.”   Her eyes hardened in steely
determination, and white hot anger shot through me, threatening my control.
    “Charlotte,” I said quietly.   “You putting yourself in harm’s way is
not something to joke about.”   I
grabbed her wrists and pulled her toward me so that her face was just
millimeters from mine.   My gaze
roamed her face, searching for clues that she understood the severity of the
situation.
    “I’m not joking,” she said again, and my
anger blazed brighter.
    “Stop.”   My
grip on her wrists tightened, and I rolled her over on the chair, pressing my
body on top of hers.   My cock
throbbed and hardened against her core.
    I love you, I thought.   I love you more than
I’ve loved anyone, even Nora, and I was sure I could never love anyone the way
I loved her.  
    The thought of Charlotte roaming the city
while some deranged lunatic stalked her filled me with a rage I hadn’t felt for
years, ever since the night I had to take a bat to my stepfather’s legs.   A rage like that was uncontrollable,
and if she ignited that in me, I wasn’t sure what would happen.
    “Noah,” she whispered as I pushed her
hair off her face.
    “Shh,” I put my finger to her lips.   She needed to say quiet.  
    I ran my hands over her body, delighting
in her soft curves.   She was
everything to me.   Without
Charlotte, I had nothing.
    Without Charlotte, I was nothing.
    I would do whatever it took to keep her
safe.
    Whatever it took.
    If that meant I spent the rest of my life
in jail, so be it.
    She was mine to protect, and I would give
my life for her in any way it was required.

 
 
    CHARLOTTE

 
    Noah’s lips parted slightly as he gazed
down at me.   His hands roamed over
my stomach, my hips, my thighs, and I could feel my body responding to his
touch, could feel myself becoming wet between my legs as I instinctively
reached for him.
    I loved how the weight of his body felt
on top of mine, loved how small and delicate he made me feel.   I didn’t even try to stop him as his
fingertips grazed the curve of my stomach. I groaned softly as he lowered his
head and licked my collarbone, his tongue warm and wet against my skin.
    He pushed inside of me, stretching my
opening around him as his eyes stayed locked on mine.
    “Charlotte,” he whispered before kissing
me softly on the lips.  
    He kept going, moving soft and slow, his
eyes on mine.   I gasped and tipped
my head back, closing my eyes as waves of pleasure slid through my body.
    “Look at me,” he murmured, his breath
warm on my skin.   “Look at me when
you come, baby.”   I opened my eyes
and saw the emotion I was feeling mirrored on his face, and the intensity of
that coupled with the connection I felt to him pushed me over the edge.   I came, feeling myself contract on his
shaft, and a second later, he came too, his warm liquid filling me.
    He stayed inside of me for a moment, our
bodies tangled together until our breathing slowed and our heart